This is my grandfather, my dad’s dad. Growing up we never had a great relationship, he’s a tough old guy. Very judgmental and cold. I think the first time he told me he loved me I was in my 20’s. After his second heart attack 10 years ago, he started to change. He’s slowly become more loving and affectionate. He adores my son and husband. He shows a little more compassion to my grandmother and the rest of our family. He’s still tough to be around, but I remember how bad it was and I’m thankful for the small changes he’s made. I can now roll my eyes at the things he says rather than bursting into tears. I can’t completely forget the hurtful stuff, but with my own growth and age, I can forgive him for much of it.